E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine. E'en so we met; and after long pursuit,
E'en so we joined; we both became entire;
No need for either to renew a suit,
For I was flax, and He was flames of fire:
Our firm-united souls did more than twine;
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine. If all those glittering Monarchs, that command
The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
I would not change my fortunes for them all:
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
The world 's but theirs; but my Beloved's mine.
-Francis Quarles
My Melody..
Amazing and beautiful,
Just Look Into My Eyes
Look into my eyes.
Storm Of Fears
The winds are wild
A Geezer's Gripings
I'm getting older, nature deems.
This Is Your Time
This is your time
I am nothing without you
You are the meaning of my lifeYou are the dreams of my thoughtsYou are the lyrics of my feelingsYou are the literature of my silenceYou are the journey of my emotionsYou are the translation of my
Bhut log juda hote hai ... to kya jeena chor de >_
Bhut log juda hote h,
A Letter To An Old Friend
Childhood friends? I hope we still are.
HAR KHUSHI DOSTO KE SATH
हर ख़ुशी तकलीफ, साथ साथ जिया करते थे
Idle Dream
In idle dreams of long ago,
